She was right. Prolonging this aimless investigation was not in our best interest. If anything, it was just causing us to lose time and become one step closer to being apprehended.
All of us in agreement, we put down the various knickknacks that had distracted us and continued to work on shoving stacks of boxes out of the way.
Eventually we managed to clear the back wall enough to see the wooden edge of a doorframe. At that, it only took a few more moments of team effort to clear the path for our exit.
The hallway we entered into next was as white as all the others. However, there was one thing about this corridor that distinguished it from the others we’d been bolting down earlier—there were no numbers written on the doors. Rather, every door had a name and title printed on it. Looking
